? Sophora japonica blooms at the end of the street. At this time of year, there will be trees full of Sophora japonica fragrance, which will make the whole street fragrant. If you stand under a locust tree when it rains, the rain will turn into My Sweetie. Those white flowers are clustered, hanging high on the branches, and some are still in bloom. In recent years, I have always seen people picking Sophora japonica with long and short poles. No one has picked it in recent years, and more people stay under the tree to smell the fragrance like me. In this city, in the reinforced buildings, there is still such a natural fragrance. For those of us who come and go in a hurry every day, it is a gift from heaven! Now sitting at home, I open the window and vaguely smell that fragrance.
? The fragrance of Sophora japonica tempted the sight of walking on the road. In the entanglement of flowers and rain, I seem to have entered that colorful time again.
? Whenever Sophora japonica is in full bloom, we run in the white sea of flowers, looking forward to the clusters of beautiful flowers. Under the temptation of the fragrance of Sophora japonica, the delicacy of Sophora japonica fills our young hearts with longing. After school, I always climb a pagoda tree and a bunch of flowers with a few friends, or stuff a lot of pagoda flowers in my mouth and swallow them. It's really a feast, full of heroism. Or put three or two flowers in your mouth and taste them slowly, which is quite elegant between chewing and swallowing. Or weave a wreath around your neck and then proudly run and play in the street. At this time, adults will also use the string of flowers to go home in their leisure time and wrap buns with boiling water; Or put it in rice and boil it into fragrant Sophora japonica porridge; Or mix it with eggs to make delicious fried eggs with Sophora japonica. I still remember smelling the fragrance and drooling around my mother. Write it yourself next time.
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I like Sophora japonica in May for a reason.
I have been familiar with Sophora japonica since I was a child, and I am familiar with the thin and tough Sophora japonica leaves growing on dry branchlets. When I leave short leaves, I can use them to make some small crafts, such as hedges. Familiar with the strings of Sophora japonica like pod flowers, stroke a string and put it in your mouth to see the sweetness-very useful; There is also a string of locust tree seeds-it seems that there is always oily locust tree seeds full of juice, which will be sticky when pinched by hand.
The locust tree in my memory began at the gate of my hometown compound. It's a big locust tree, which grows luxuriantly. In midsummer, it can cover a large area of hard ground outside the gate and become a shady place and a paradise for children in the compound. Every flowering season, bunches of sparkling Sophora japonica always irritate children's eyes. It is said that Sophora japonica is mixed with corn flour to make rotten rice. I have never eaten it, and I have left a little regret so far. The children stood under the pagoda tree in groups of three and five, put a bunch of pagoda flowers in their mouths, tasted the slightly sweet taste, chewed and sat on the slope of a big stone, and sat on the warm and smooth stone slope after sun exposure, watching from a distance or laughing with interest. The bold often tell scary ghost stories, and the timid even exclaim. After that, I played casually under the locust tree. Boys often like to beat glass eggs and draw stones, scissors and hammers with their hands to win or lose, while girls prefer skipping rope and grabbing apricots, and having fun with all kinds of tricks. It is coolest at dusk, so everyone, regardless of sex, plays with eagles to catch chickens or hides under trees, and then chases each other. Sometimes it's quiet, that is, looking down at the big ditch in the river under your feet, or looking at the pedestrians coming and going across the big ditch, familiar or unfamiliar, just like looking at the stars in the night sky, it's very comfortable because you can't see clearly.
The children in the compound can be said to be a big family, and everyone is related or nepotistic. The structure of the compound is also very special, whether it is adobe houses or caves, or brick houses, they are one after another. They are bounded by earth walls and connected by channels. Almost every family has a big garden, which is full of peaches, apricots, plums, fruits and other trees. Also plant some tomatoes, cucumbers, leeks or corn, millet and other vegetables, and use sorghum stalks as fences to make them neat and tidy. Like most people in the village, there are chickens and pigs in every family in the yard. A dozen people who live naturally belong to their own families, some are brothers with their own families, and some are uncles and even grandchildren with separate accounts, all of whom are called generations. Children of the same age don't care about this, just shout each other's names and be happy. As soon as the adults heard this, they taught them from time to time-"Don't call it that, it's rude!" Children often forget their front feet and promise to go out, so adults say less, or they may be too lazy to say more. I remember four cold but more primitive golden characters written on the dark wooden door above the compound, but I can't remember what they are, which probably means prosperity. When I was a child, my mother ran back and forth between urban and rural areas until my family moved to the city completely. I was used to city life, but I never forgot my hometown yard, the extremely lush locust tree at the entrance of the yard, and many fun under it, even in my dreams. I think the memory of Sophora japonica must be deeply connected with each other in the courtyard, especially the simple but unforgettable happy games of my childhood friends. Strangely, there has never been any trace of Sophora japonica. ...
The next memory is that I went to college. In the campus where almost no Westernized Gothic architecture is preserved, there are several tall Sophora japonica trees with dense branches and leaves, which are matched together like exotic gardens and courtyards, which are very distinctive. During the flowering period, the campus in front of the library building is filled with flowers. When you pass by, the fragrance rushes into your arms, as if even the books in your hand have a little fragrance. Just coming and going, on the way to the back classroom. I often wander around the blackboard against the wall under the locust tree in the yard, not to read the words that change from time to time, but more because I am embarrassed to stay alone in the yard and enjoy the world full of the fragrance of Sophora japonica, but to read the wall newspaper as the cover. At this time, I occasionally think of the locust tree and my young partner, as well as some nostalgia arising from the locust tree.
I don't know when to start paying attention to the flowering period of Sophora japonica after graduation. I only know that there are many streets with locust trees in the city. Every time I pass by, I smell the refreshing fragrance of Sophora japonica, full of intoxication, and even the speed of cycling will slow down. Come and go in a hurry, do not pay attention to the glistening Sophora japonica, the smell of incense has become a habit. It seems that with fragrance, there is satisfaction, so there is expectation and a warm scene of life.
In recent years, the passion for poetry is very strong. Nature is used to paying attention to life and flowers around her. It seems that poetry is closer to nature and poetry cannot be separated from life. Therefore, there are many poems about flowers and willows, which are dubbed as flower lovers by some poets in poetry clubs and on the Internet. After reading the poem, a stranger left a poem as proof: "Many flowers bloom and flourish." The fragrance in front of the court is rich, and the first heart poem is planted! "He replied," for the first time, there are fairy flowers and incense balconies. If you want to walk around the beam when singing, you can't stand the rain in Dong Jun. "Famous flowers remain fragrant in their works, and there are indispensable' four gentlemen' in poetry, but they have never written Sophora japonica in memory. I don't know if my emotions are too complicated to write, or I don't think I have tasted the real taste of simple but extraordinary Sophora japonica. So every year, I missed the opportunity in the fragrance of Sophora japonica and didn't put pen to paper. Because of this regret in my heart, I always want to make up for it, so I pay special attention to the season when Sophora japonica blooms.
After April, when the lilacs are in full bloom, it should be Sophora japonica in May. Strangely and unfortunately, in the rush of travel, I was shocked by the sudden Wenchuan earthquake and immersed in compassion before I could find Sophora japonica. My attention is always on the TV screen when I am free at night, and it is still like this until now. Perhaps because of the sad mood in the disaster year, a sudden hail yesterday also made life a little sad. It was only by chance that I saw the word Sophora japonica in the text that I suddenly realized that I missed the season when Sophora japonica overflowed and the compensation for regret. I asked my family around me and some colleagues, and they all said that they didn't feel the feeling of flowering Sophora japonica. Alas ..... Did the disordered life miss Sophora japonica, or did Sophora japonica fail to live up to the enthusiastic people's waiting? It's hard to say. Missing is missing, I hope I won't miss it again next year! Here, I hope again.
The fragrance of Sophora alopecuroides in May ...
In May, Sophora japonica is fragrant all over the street, hanging heavily on the new green branches, dazzling white and elegant, lavender mist and faint moonlight. Standing under the locust tree, the sun shines on the face through the cracks in the leaves. With a faint smile, clusters of Sophora japonica flowers hung beautifully on the treetops, shaking my childhood on the road like wind chimes, and the footsteps in the distance seemed to be full of flowers. ...
The composition about Sophora japonica is/kloc-0 1000008088888000000 words. Every time I go to my classmate's house, I have to go to the backyard to play. Every May, I will smell a refreshing fragrance, which is emitted by Sophora japonica. But now the flowering period is early, and it will bloom in April.
Sophora japonica in April is like snow, and its fragrance is intoxicating! Sophora japonica is ashamed to bloom, one after another, one after another, among the green leaves. My friends and I walked along that path, and the fragrance rippled with the wind, which made people feel particularly refreshing.
Sophora japonica is very special. Small white flowers are flat before they bloom, hanging in a string like white grapes on a tree. The stamens in the center of Sophora japonica are pale yellow and very inconspicuous. I don't know who told it a joke. When it cracked with a smile, the stamens were exposed, and the pale yellow stamens and snow-white Sophora japonica were particularly beautiful.
When the Sophora japonica is full of branches, you will have a feeling that the Sophora japonica is white in green and green in white, which is wonderful. When Sophora japonica is in full bloom, it is not only full of flowers, but also can be picked by itself. We also picked it with friends. It was fun. But at a certain time, the Sophora japonica bloomed, and no one picked it, so they fell down by themselves.
Many areas in China have the habit of steaming Sophora japonica. In fact, Sophora japonica is not only edible, but also a good medicine. Sophora japonica is cool and bitter, and it is a commonly used medicine to treat hematochezia. Used for haemorrhoid hemorrhage, hematochezia, dysentery and hematemesis and epistaxis caused by blood heat. Contains rutin, quercetin, sophoridiol, vitamin A and other substances. Rutin can improve the function of capillaries, maintain the normal resistance of capillaries, and prevent bleeding, hypertension and diabetes caused by excessive fragility and permeability of capillaries.
Ah, I like Sophora japonica!
Writing a composition of Sophora japonica flowers smells better when it rains.
Dong minghui
In the early summer evening, I marveled at the beauty of Sophora japonica. In the twilight, I rode my motorcycle on the country road. From a distance, a small village not far from the highway is submerged in the Xue Hai of Xiangshan of Sophora japonica. The pagodas all over the mountains covered the small village with a hazy white gauze. I guess, this coming night, the fragrance of Sophora japonica will haunt the villagers' dreams, and the whole mountain village will fall asleep with the fragrance of Sophora japonica. I think that small mountain village should be called Huaihua Village, and all the girls in that village are as beautiful as Huaihua. ...
I saw Sophora japonica when I was a child. Like many other families, Sophora japonica is planted behind my hometown. Unlike other trees, when people move away, trees wither and become barren. Sophora japonica is not like this. If you go back three or five years later, it will still grow vigorously. Sophora japonica is a kind of tree close to people. Whether in the field or in front of the house, you will see Sophora japonica trees, one or several trees, in groups of three or five, or scattered. Sophora japonica blooms in May and June, and many flowers in the countryside show off before it comes too late. The trees are covered with gold thread, silver thread and Zhui Er thread, and my hometown is immersed in the fragrance of flowers. I often remember that there are several old locust trees behind my hometown, which are tall and big. In spring, magpies chirp in the trees. Later, I built a nest. My mother said that the magpie is a happy bird, and it is busy back and forth, which adds to Le Er. In early summer, Sophora japonica is in full bloom, and the tree is silvery white, just like hanging a string of golden cups and silver lamps, moving to a table and a stool, sitting under the tree reading, listening to bees buzzing in the tree and soaking in the flowers, which is intoxicating.
On June 2, 2005, I came to the temple fair square in the ancient town. The rebuilt square is dotted with flowers. There are tourists everywhere in the square, and the old pagoda tree on the edge of the square can smell the flowers far away. I think of a poem by the poet Wang Hongjing, "A string of flowers runs through half the village." Used here, it smells like half an ancient town. Those Sophora japonica flowers are growing happily and in full bloom. Clusters of flowers are hanging in the air, with a fragrance, an unparalleled fragrance and a strong penetrating fragrance. The host feels a rhythm, a beautiful sound, a beautiful scene, just like a glass of wine, which makes people want to stop and everything is drunk. Standing under the tree, I felt the flowers moving and whispering, and I felt the charm of flowers for the first time. When I came to the tree, there were bees everywhere, buzzing and turning around ... Sophora japonica bloomed again, which not only brought the feeling of reading, but more importantly, there were many old people among the flowers, and we also came to enjoy the flowers. Sophora japonica is a great beauty, a neat beauty and a quiet beauty without publicity. In the fragrance of flowers, I think of the old Sophora japonica forest in my hometown and my old mother who is still busy in the fragrance of Sophora japonica. Are you sleeping in the fragrance of flowers? Are the flowers in my hometown flourishing?
Composition of Sophora japonica 300 words
In my opinion, Sophora japonica is the most beautiful flower in spring.
As long as I can remember, every spring, when Sophora japonica is in full bloom, grandma always invites her family to visit the Sophora japonica forest not far from her hometown. This year is no exception. On the May Day holiday, our family went to enjoy Sophora japonica as promised.
The car didn't enter Huaiyuan. Far away, there are waves of fragrance seeping into the heart and spleen, like a hospitable host smiling at a distance. I know, the destination is coming. Looking up, the vast green sea is mixed with pieces of white, like a cloud, moving the car when we gallop, like a naughty child playing a prank, which can't be chased or thrown away, in your nostrils and in your eyes.
Stop the car. I'm usually the first to run into the Woods. The fragrance is stronger, which is simply intoxicating. Close your eyes, I am like a fish swimming in the water, and I just want to be like this forever. Looking up, strings of white flowers are swaying in the breeze, smiling happily at me and dancing happily for me. I patted a tree trunk excitedly, greeted them and thanked them for their kindness. Dad told me that every Sophora japonica flower is composed of a petal. Although it can't bear fruit, it can secrete more intoxicating nectar, so the fragrance is stronger and floats further. Grandma said: Sophora japonica is still delicious. In times of difficulty, people mixed her with limited food, fried Sophora japonica cakes and steamed Sophora japonica balls, which were sweet and delicious and accompanied people to tide over the difficulties. Grandpa said: Sophora japonica is beautiful, but it is not publicity, always with its head down; Sophora japonica is fragrant, but not stingy, and each petal is making its own contribution; Sophora japonica never strives for spring. She is the most charming scenery in late spring.
Our family walked and said. I listened carefully, as if my heart had become a beautiful Sophora japonica.
What is the fragrance of the composition describing Sophora japonica? It's the blooming Sophora japonica outside the window, which seems to remind me of the arrival of May. I fell headlong into bed, closed my eyes and my thoughts drifted back to two years ago.
I remember my parents were going on a business trip, so they sent me back to Li Nainai's home in the country. I still clearly remember the big pagoda tree with small white flowers at the entrance to the village. Li Nainai's family is the closest one to the entrance to the village. As soon as he entered the room, Li Nainai came out to meet him, and when he led us in, he pinched my face. "The child is so white, the more you look at it, the more you like it! The child is by my side, don't worry! " Mom and Dad smiled at ease and soon left Li Nainai's home.
As soon as mom and dad left, my tears fell, and the more I thought about it, the more wronged I became. At this moment, Li Nainai came over and said to me with a smile, "Son, do you miss your mother so soon?" I looked up and looked at her with a sob.
"Come on, son, I'll take you to pick Sophora japonica. You must be very happy. Our children all like this. " Said and pulled me out of the yard, came to a few trees, this tree I know, is a locust tree. There is also a tree outside my bedroom window, which is particularly fragrant every time it blooms, but what is rare? Li Nainai is holding a long bamboo pole with a hook. Reach for a bunch of small flowers, gently hook them and they will fall. Say, "Taste it, son, this flower is especially sweet!" " "What? It's the first time I heard that this kind of flower is edible. I took a little and put it in my mouth. " Wow! How sweet! "Li Nainai smiled." Pick more. In the evening, I will make you a Sophora japonica cake. "
Sophora japonica cake? It must be delicious. Under the temptation of delicious food, I got the motivation, picked up a big bamboo pole and picked up Sophora japonica. Li Nainai has been sitting under the tree, looking at me quietly. Soon, I picked a small basket, and then Li Nainai took it to the yard and began to make Sophora japonica cakes. While busy on the stove, Li Nainai smiled and told me some interesting stories in the village, which made me giggle and made me forget the sadness of leaving my parents.
Before long, the cake of Sophora japonica was baked, and the faint fragrance filled the whole room. I can't wait to pick up a piece and put it in my mouth. That smell will never be forgotten by me. From then on, I always pestered Li Nainai to make me a cake of Sophora japonica. Whenever I recall that time, I always see a picture-Li Nainai and I are standing under a big pagoda tree full of small flowers, and the ground is full of small flowers. Li Nainai has been looking at me affectionately.
Later, my parents took me home. When I went home, I often thought of Li Nainai, so I called Li Nainai when I was free. The next year, Li Nainai also asked someone to bring me a well-made Sophora japonica cake, and promised me on the phone that she would make it for me every May.
But in fact, that was the last time I ate Sophora japonica cake, and Li Nainai died soon after. When my mother told me the news, I cried so hard that I could never dance Li See Nai Nai again.
Another strong fragrance floated in and pulled me back from my memory. I went to the windowsill, looked at the locust tree outside the window and murmured, "Li Nainai, are you in heaven?"? I miss you so much ... "
How to write the composition of Sophora japonica Since last week, I have seen Sophora japonica blooming on the roadside, which is called Yan and fragrant everywhere! When I called home, my mother said that she was making steamed buns of Sophora japonica. A greedy bug got up and decided to drag Laoteng to the seaside to lick Sophora japonica at the weekend. I was going to get up early, but it was already nine o'clock on Saturday morning. Seeing the bad weather, I think I'd better give up. Anyway, my mother and mother-in-law left ice in the refrigerator, so I can eat it sooner or later. Lao Teng, who said this, didn't want to go and see it. After all, he came out, thinking that it would only take five minutes to go to the seaside and see if he was dead. But Cheng Xiang, who hasn't arrived at the seaside yet, saw many people walking back with big bags full of trophies of Sophora japonica, and I envied them for a while. "Hurry up, hurry up" I urged Lao Teng to step forward. Take a closer look, wow, the tree is full of Sophora japonica, and my heart is beautiful! Unfortunately, we didn't bring sticks and hooks, so we had to pick them with low branches, but our hearts were beautiful. It's the first time for me to roll Sophora japonica by myself in my life. It used to be given by my aunt in my hometown. To tell the truth, eating Sophora japonica is not as tempting as rolling Sophora japonica, hee hee! In order to eat more, I started to pick it up non-stop, and then I looked at the old man. It's time to have a leisurely play. After a while, I picked out a small bag, but Lao Teng just couldn't understand it. He said that other guys also plausibly said, "I don't look like you. I want everything. I am all those difficult ones." After an hour's work, our bags are almost full. Seeing that it began to rain, we decided to go home. It is said that he went home, went out from the inside, stopped to pick some trees when he saw them, so this person, hehe! But when I get home and look at these two pots of Sophora japonica, I still have to soak them in boiling water and cold water, and I have to send bread buns, but I'm so worried! Forget it, just dispose of it and throw it in the refrigerator for freezing. Let's wait until mother-in-law or mother comes, hehe!
The Secret of Plum Blossom Composition The Secret of Rose
I once planted Hotan in my hometown, and my relatives gave me a packet of rose seeds. When I got home, I dug several holes in the yard and planted seeds.
A few days later, the rose seeds began to sprout. After a few days, under my careful cultivation, the rose has grown quite tall. Grandpa said, "Cut off the spire of the rose." I said, "Don't cut." But grandpa still cut down some trees, and I cried. Grandpa said, "There are still two trees that have not been cut down. Let's bet that the one with the spire cut and the one without the spire cut grow better. " I looked at the rose whose spire was cut off by my grandfather and said grumpily, "Take a gamble. If it doesn't grow well, you can compensate me for the roses! " Grandpa said, "Who won and who lost hasn't been decided yet." "So we made a bet between the two generations.
After a week, I watched it again, alas! Great, really, just like grandpa said, those who cut the spire are much taller than those who didn't, and they grow stronger. I lost the bet and said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, grandpa, why do roses with spires cut grow more luxuriantly than those without?" Grandpa just smiled and said, "I won't tell you, it's the secret of roses." I know this is grandpa's trick. He wants me to use my brain to understand the secret.
Grandpa won't tell me, what should I do? I had to think hard for a long time, but I just couldn't figure out why the one with the minaret cut was taller and stronger than the one without the minaret cut. Do roses really have any secrets? I have no choice but to move out of my universal doctor: the computer. I turned on the computer and typed in "Why do roses with their spires cut off grow more luxuriantly than roses without spires?" The answer comes out at once: the spire of the original plant will absorb nutrients, but most of the nutrients will be wasted. If you cut off the steeple of a plant, the nutrients will be preserved, and the trunk of the plant will absorb nutrients and grow stronger and taller. It suddenly dawned on me that the absorption of nutrients was at work. No wonder roses with spires cut grow better than those without. It turns out that roses have such a secret.
Huaihua wrote a composition.
Scattered all over the floor, covered with branches that dilute sad faces with joy. Cut the ice gauze, gently fold it several times, and evenly inject fat. Flying butterflies call smart bees, so we should carefully study the crystallization of this locust moon.
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The sun, tired of the bloated veil wrapped around it, threw off all the burdens gracefully and freely, and expounded the comfort in my heart by releasing energy.
It's really good weather, completely breaking through the so-called "there is not a cloud in the sky" in the past. Even if you feel good, it makes up for the sunshine, Sophora japonica or mood.
If you really have the right to enjoy this fine weather, you can't live up to it. My enlightened father rode a mountain bike with me to "brush the street" ―― my father Zeng Yun and Sophora japonica are symbols of purity and beauty. Born in Sophora japonica, they are naturally as kind and simple as they are.
I have never really seen the appearance of Sophora japonica, and even if I have, I don't know its name. I just always thought Sophora japonica was gorgeous and elegant. Maybe this is my immature idea, or maybe Sophora japonica is just small, pure and so ordinary.
Against the wind all the way, I want to see the locust tree symbolizing purity.
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